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Post by Franky Higgs on Jan 18, 2008 14:05:33 GMT -6
Post all rps for this match here.
Two point early rp bonus for first rp to score above 10 and posted by Monday, Jan 21 @ 3:30 PM CST.
Rp deadline is Tuesday, Jan 29 @ 11:59 PM CST.
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Post by The Davids Brothers on Jan 21, 2008 13:03:16 GMT -6
The scene opens up, looking at one half of the Trench Coat Mafia, Adam Davids. Adam is sitting on a workout bench with weights and workout machines all around him. He sits, staring at some sort of championship belt that is resting in his hands. He gently lays the title belt on the ground, runs his hands through his hair and looks into the camera with a fire in his eyes.
Adam: You have to be pretty stupid to dangle your limbs in front of a lion.
Adam speaks in such a low, monotone voice that his brittish accent is hardly noticable.
Adam: And that, Ice Kold, is what you have done by sending out this open challenge. You have given me the opportunity I have been waiting for since I arrived here in RCW. The chance to prove myself as the best that has ever stepped inside that RCW ring.
You see, in the several months that I have been here, I've had two matches. Two bloody matches! And both of them were as a tag team with my brother! That means I have yet to get a chance at wrestling in singles competition. That is until you made this challenge. The very second I heard that b*tch of yours utter the words "open challenge" I was chomping at the bit to accept.
Adam pauses from talking and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He takes out a single cigarette, lights it, takes a single puff of it and continues talking to the camera.
Adam: So now, at Southern Dynamite, it's me versus you Ice Kold, in a no disqualification match. It's the match that got me recognition elsewhere, and it shall be the match that gets me recognition here. You see, when AJ Supreme and Franky Higgs see that bloody pile of broken limbs that I will make of you, they will no longer be able to put me on the back burner.
But don't think I'm stupid. I realize this is a big match for both of us, and you won't just lay down to give me a victory. I realize that we are both at big points in our career, and the loser of this match very well could fall to obscurity and begin fighting the likes of Cletus Beauchamp and Rip Evers on a semi-weekly basis.
So, I expect both of us to put out 150 %, not for the fans, but for each of our own personal gains. And if worst comes to worse, then I guess I'll just have to take out that b*itch of yours. And without your b*tch telling you what to do every five seconds, you'll just stand in the middle of the ring like a retarded fourth grader with drool dripping down your chin while I kick your ass.
See, by making yourself a so-called "weapon" you just made yourself more vunerable. By taking away the operator, the weapon has no means to do anything. I shall show you, and all of RCW just how foolish this, change of character thing was. See you at Southern Dynamite, Kold.
The camera fades out, looking at Adam Davids with a slight grin on his face.
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Post by Alexander Rose on Jan 21, 2008 13:56:03 GMT -6
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